A Heavy Load; A Quest of the Few

Bleak walls descend.

I refuse to depend

on the path of the many. 

My goal is to achieve.

A goal that I believe

will let me be me.

I crawl down the path less followed.

A road full of hallowed

and broken trees of lost dreams.

I abound over the thorny briars.

My deternination blooms in the fires

of those who lost their will and rise in spite.

The field of dreams lie at the end of the road.

A blissful end to the heavy load

that I have held to be what I want to be.